Saddest part

Lorenzo’s POV

My finger rimmed the edges of the glass, my eyes burnt with fury as I chugged down the glass of scotch that burnt down to my stomach from my throat while I tried to stay sane.

“ Are you certain?” I questioned, my hands caressing the Glock safely tucked in my pocket.

The silence hung above the air like thick clothing before it dissipated. “Yes,”

I stood up, snapping the key off the table, my footsteps heavy on the tile.

“ Boss” Tristan's steps quickened as he tried to get closer to me when I shoved him off.

“ Stay back” I ordered when I saw how persistent he was, my hands clenched his neck, when he was being adamant before I slammed him against the door to the truck. “ I said you should get out of my way. Now”

He stood, back reclined against the door. “You can't go in there. It is like a fortress, and you will get killed” he explained when I dragged him like a doll.

“Then let me die. I am going there, and I am going to make sure he pays” I swore before gliding int